This world has long been vulgar, and hidden beneath the beautiful appearance is an unfathomable black hole.
People are addicted to vain illusions, but are afraid to face it all. But there is always someone who has to bear the burden.
It was midsummer again, white roses were in bloom, and he seemed to have returned to his noisy and chaotic boyhood.
He lives alone in the human world, and there are countless corpses floating in the universe.
——Everything becomes an illusory past, he comes to see you with a promise.
Intention: Undecided